I Couldn't help Myself...

I did it. I opened it.  I succumbed to the pressure of having that dang box stare at me from all over my house.  It was like it had eyes following me.  I would walk out of my room and it would call at me from the windows by the front door, I would walk from the kitchen to the office and it would beg me to take it out of the heat.  I resisted for two weeks, TWO! Poor box, poor mis marked, delivered to the wrong house box.  It was feeling neglected.

I want it to be known that I have tried and tried to get FedEx to pick up the dang heavy, big, calling my name box, THREE TIMES actually.  And they even called me once about it.  Each time I was promised that the driver of my route was coming by to get it that day.  Uh huh.  And short of taking it to the FedEx store and paying to ship it back to Amazon myself (since the address is wrong, duh, that's how we got in this situation in the first place) or flagging down the dang driver who passes by my house every morning (is he just too lazy to stop???) I am giving up.  I even mapquested to see if I could find the address and it just doesn't exist.  FedEx can come to me, but I am no longer going to them.  I have given it a valiant effort.  

Funnily enough, I had to mail something to my sister in Utah so I headed to the UPS store by my house.  Now, I mail quite a few teeny tiny packages (of my jewelry) so the guy that owns the place remembers me--(I wonder if it was from my Christmas Eve mad dash into his store to overnight something???)-- anyways, I get to asking him, who's in the 'biz', what I should do. He told me that if it was dropped at my door, it is mine.  He also told me he doubted they would ever come get it since, more than likely, the person who ordered it had already filed a complaint about not getting it and had a new package sent.  As I am leaving, laughing, and remembering just one more reason I love UPS so much more than FedEx or even DHL, he says, "Just open it, if you don't like it sell it on Ebay."  Geez, I like that guy.

Truth be told, I feel weird getting something dropped at my door and thinking it's mine when my name isn't on it. So, I will be contacting FedEx one more time, and then I am waiting till it has been a month or more and then I will deem it my property.  And don't try to be funny and say  'Oh, it's my package', because remember, I know the name on the box.  And I won't be selling it on Ebay.  'Cause I am keeping what was in the box, all three of 'em... 

At least until we figure out which family member to give each of them to.  I don't need one, anyways, I got one for my birthday.  The Amazon Deities are smiling at me.